Wolf RPG

 A red dusted wolf walked around the Big Salmon Lake. Shock and worry fill his amber gaze. The moment he comes back to the Teekon and it's wrecked! The dirt is soaked and pools of water are spread across the llace. The lake isn't as high as it used to be and there are a few dead fish, far from the lake. It's almost like a tornado ran through here! Little did he know a tornado did run through here.

 Redwood had left the Teekon Wilds in search of his father. Kill him and take his rightful vengence. But it didn't go as planned. He hadn't found his older look alike and prey ran low where he was out. He was forced to return to the Teekon. When his golden gaze lay on the dead fish, he immediantly ate it. He hadn't eaten in awhile. He would need to get meat back on his bones.

 He walked around the place, chowing down on every fish he saw. He had to scare away the ocasional bird. When he had stoped scavenging, he sat down with contempt. He hated to be a scavenger, but hey thjs was survival of the fittest. Gotta do what you gotta do.

«Gotcha, and here we go. :)  »



Raven had wandered back into the farther ends of the Wild after running from BlackFeather for several months, and never turning back. It seemed as if her life was to never settle, to never join anything, never be one with anything, ever. Her mentor was the rock she had come to consider stability with, and after a while, he had vanished, leaving her in the woods with the shadows and scars he tattooed on her. Some internal feeling told her she would never see the ivory Jarl again, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep an eye open for his return.

The obsidian fae wandered to an area based on the stink of of dead fish, a rotting and pungent stench. Rave had eaten already, her dinner consisting of fish from an untouched pond a ways back, and a few fowls she had scared up. She was rather full, something most lone wolves don't get the privilege of getting. 

A crunch of bones, very soft, almost inaudible, was nearby. A possible hungry soul devouring the dead. 
And true, she was. 

Raven walked into the open clearing of the shallow lake, the area visibly worse since the working of storms, to a Autumn pelted wolf feasting on the decaying fish.
Softly, she barked out a greeting.

"Hey there."

Her ice blue gems scanned the situation, her dark body prepped to flee if hostility is shown, but she kept herself relaxed

He turned his head when he heard a voice. It was another wolf. She had a black hide with pretty blue eyes. Somehow it reminded him of his slave days in Blackfeather. All he saw there was crazy bastards and darkness everywhere. The thought of it still made him shiver. He was lucky to still be alive. Very lucky.

 "Havn't seen another wolf in a long time." Wasn't exactly a greeting, but Redwood wasn't into small talk. He was a fast paced guy. He got his point across as fast as he could. "Never though I'd ever see another one. Guess I'm wrong." He scanned the area, dissapointed by all the mess. It was once so peaceful, now it looks like hell came to earth. "Damn, this place is wrecked. What happened?"

A golden set of gems was what she saw on the handsome face. Quite a rare jewel. 
The she wolf took a casual pace forward while taking too him, her silky tail swishing in a semi friendly-neutral manner. 

"In truth, me either. I had to get out of this pack my uncle was a part of, and decided to quit pack life for a while. Haven't seen a soul, since."


"Damn, this place is wrecked. What happened?"

A bit of a gentle laugh came from her velvet maw.

"A storm, silly. A big one, at that. Tore through nearly all sections of Teekon Wilds."

Him not knowing what trespassed between the the area caused her to raise her brow after thinking on it for a second. Humor in her gaze, she asked,

"You're not from around here, are you?"

So it was a storm? Figures. It wasn't like some giant beast came crashing throuh here or anything. A storm would be the most reasonable answer.

 You're not from around here are you?

 He shrugged at the question. "Not really. Well, sort of. I used to stay here. I was a crazy loon and went beyond a Pack borderline. Next thing I knew, I was locked up in some sort of underground cave system with this other girl." He couldn't remember the name of this girl. It's just been so long. To be honest he didn't care. "One day I got a chance to escape, then I left the Teekon Wilds in search of my dad. He has something I want. He wouldn't tell that he wanted his life of course. It would make him sound like a lunatic. But he did have that side of him, if he liked it or not. "I didn't have much luck finding him, so I came back."

 He glanced around once again at the mess, dissapointed he came back for this. "My name's Redwood by the way."

No intention to feel like she was trying to connect with what he's explained, but strangely enough, she did. The scarred beauty nodded her head and mused to the warm pelted man.

"Sounds like my uncle's old pack. The one I ran from. Maybe called BlackFeather Woods?"

She felt a tingle of sympathy for the brute, but decided to leave it at that. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who wanted sympathetic pity.

"I was a crazy loon myself, and smart assed the guy patrolling the borders of a barbarian pack, and before I knew it, he and I were looking out for each other, while being in the run from the alpha of the pack I smart assed. Nearly got killed, but totally worth it."

Yea, it was worth it. She missed her Jarl, but kept her head up. He wouldn't want her to feel weak and pathetic any longer. She had learned to push such trifles aside, because of him.

"I'm Raven. Raven Vyler. Nice to meet you, Redwood. "

Blackfeather Woods

 He hated that name to the core. "It was. Being in the presence in one of them made him angry. But he had never seen this one. She most likely left before he came.

 He listened to her story with intrest. "Life on the run is pretty awesome. I bet other wolves would say otherwise." He gave a quick laugh. His attitude from certain thing may get him killed one day. But he was young and dumb. Wanted to live in the moment. Better to have a short life you love than a long life you hate.

 "Raven. I like it." It reminded him of the days him and his brother chased birds when they were kids. They ran into a few of those massive birds along the way. "You sound like a pretty cool girl. I could use some company while I travel. I don't plan on joining a Pack anytime soon." He liked careing for himself.

They had left Moonspear and headed east, chaining their travels together and heading towards the mountains that she and Tonravik had scouted out some time ago. Their original designated place from choice cuts, of all things, but opportunity came calling and instead they had seized the Spine for themselves. Only now it was in utter ruin, the storm having lain the squat mountains and their basin-bowl valley to waste. She ventured at her own pace, never straying too far ahead or behind of the group. It was in part of her desire to be apart from them a bit, to collect herself and examine what the storm had wrought, but also out of the desire to be near to her aokkatti. Tonravik's time was near, that much Echelon could figure. In spite of the issumatar's demeanor, there was something much more maternal about her now, and not because of the swell of her belly.

As she brought herself through the mass of tangled limbs and undergrowth alike, Echelon was drawn in by the scent of the lake. It was hot, like every other summer day, and the humidity lingered somewhere on the mirage-blurred line between tolerable and not. She felt a drink would suffice, though the inclination to take a dip was tempting and pressing. Plus it may have helped to make her look a little less like the half-pint scrawny creature she was, all caked with mud and whatever other assortment of weather-ravaged terrain had clung to her in their travels.

Yet it was a pair of voices that drew her away from her full on pursuit of the lake, cool eyes scanning through the wreckage. Her eyes rested on them as she neared, but she stayed to the cover of the summery growth. Not to be sneaky, but in awe of where they stood. It was clear something had come through close to the lake — the damage there was very much like what she and Iqniq had stumbled upon at the Spine. Flattened terrain, though not really. Just the details, the trees laid to their sides, sometimes snapped. Sometimes bare. Sometimes in half. Granted here the forest thinned out, but even the grass was rendered to lay flat.

Damn, what a mess. She did not fathom what the rest of their trip would be like.

"Those are customs they consider normal there, Red. Most stay away from their land, or if they have a talent for the dark gift, they join. "

He spoke on being a renegade, the life of never starting anywhere, just going just to go. She had to admit, it was quite fun, and it didn't seem like she could quite fit anywhere. 

"Yea, it's pretty good, to me. Full belly of what you want, when you want it, not digging up and eating someone else's slobbed on kill. I like it. "

He offered her a two wolf pack, and while she thought of all the good times she had by herself, exploring at her own will, running into awesome sights, she figured out wouldn't hurt to travel with someone else, again. 
She smiled, and said softly,

"Yea, I think I'd like to be that company. There's no curfew to be back in pack borders or anything, so let's do it."

Why did Raven feel like she was being stared at? 
If there was anything she had learned in the pack of spys and assassins, it was too watch while remaining unseen. She felt as if she were on the other end of the stick. 
That meant she had to flush them out.

"Hey Red, there's this meadow I came across, and I swear it looks looked it's on fire at sunset. Wanna check it out? "

He smiled at her agreement. It would be better to have someone with him then being alone. It would make them both safer. They could watch 's backs. He liked the idea of going to the meadow. "Sure thing. Let's go." 

 The red dusted wolf rose to his paws. "Where to?" She most likely knew the land better than he did. He had forgotten most of it. He walked a little ways before a scent caught his attention. His fur stood up on end. Blazing eyes glanced around cautiously. "Do you smell that?" he asked in a low tone, "I think someone's watching us."

As her eyes surveyed the damage done, the wolves in the foreground set to moving; their former words lost to her for being caught up in the moment. She felt a momentary urge to pursue them but held off, as they were obviously standoffish about something. Her, namely, though she held onto the ignorant card for just a little while longer. Then the realization hit her, she snorted quietly to herself.

Echelon, the big bad scary boogeyman of the storm damage.

So she preyed upon their leeriness for the sake of doing so, any chance of coming out ambivalently squandered by her inactivity. She was certain if she came out now, they'd accuse her of something anyway, because that's what wolves in pairs did. It was much easier to point fingers than simply assume that they were all social creatures... but then again she was kind of the anomaly in the picture anyway. And the paranoid streak that rose up in her was some whiplash aftermath that came rolling in after the storm; her necessity to be on her own perhaps stemmed from that too. For her, it was natural. To them, well, she was just being a creeper.

She took a glance over her scarred shoulder, the woods seemingly filled with eyes, she murmured to Redwood.

"That's why I'm taking us to this meadow. It's a plain open spot, so if this thing were to file is, we would either see it, or dissuade it from following."

She sent him a toothy grin, then said jokingly,

"I literally just met you. Unfortunately for them, I kinda don't want you dead yet, nor myself. So if it comes down to a smack down, best believe I'm ready to rumble. "

With that said, she kept walking to the west, her ears rotating all around, searching for any unexplained movement.

She exclaimed to him that if their watcher shall follow them they could see them. "Ohhh... alright I gotcha," he whispered. He gave his own toothy grin when she said 'ready to rumble'. She seemed to have his kind of style.

When she walked he followed. He couldn't help but occasionally glance back to see if the pair of eyes would reveal something. For once, he hoped it was a wolf. It could be something way more dangerous.

Oh. Oh. They were whispering among themselves. She could tell that, through whatever little glances and not-so-real nonchalant gazing around. She couldn't hear their voices any more, she didn't have a clue what on earth they could have been speaking about. They were moving on now, putting space between her and them and pacing further into that expanse of destruction that really didn't seem to capture their eye like it had hers.

Maybe that meant this kind of stuff happened on a regular basis.

Her ears splayed back at the consideration, but it was cast aside as the lighter of the two passed behind foliage. Going out of view, adios, au revoir, until we meet again; that last bit seemed unlikely. Thankfully for her, they were not the curious sort. The mere fact that they were unnerved by her lurking presence was enough to spark a little bit of glee into her, as Echelon did not often have the opportunity to cast such a feeling on others.

She'd wait it out though, just a bit longer. Just in case they came back.

Then maybe she'd shake the shrubs or something, she hadn't decided.

«....we might have to do threads together more often..js.  »



Rave kept her wits about her velvet ears splayed back deciphering the sounds made by Redwood, and any that couldn't be classified. 
They were nearly there, maybe a mile and a half left to go.

"See anything yet, Red?" 

Rave kept her eyes forward, but saw the beginning of the sunsets beauty on the valley, below. 
Whatever this following thing was, it wasn't gonna ruin her new friendship.

 He looked back to see if anything was thre, but turned around when he heard Raven's voice. Amber eyes scanned the area one last time before walking up to Raven's speed. They were in sync now.

 "Let's see... hm. Nothing but water. Dirt. More water. Half eaten fish." As they walked by he snatched it up in his jaws. It smelled nasty, but who knew when their next meal will be. "Just for safe keeping," he muttered. The tips of his mouth curved into a smile. He hoped this freindship can last out here.


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